Webster's Lists Quiet, Silence, Still (poem) by Phyllis Jean Green on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on January 12, 2006

Wonderful write, Pea! Stop!! Breath, listen and smell. Every now and then when I can wrench myself from work I take a few days and go to the wilderness - Serengeti, Ngorongoro or such. Its so serene and peaceful there! One with nature! You can actually hear yourself breath!

God bless, Pea!

Sandie.

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on January 10, 2006

I will have fun reading this a few times, moving with the mind of the poet back and forth between communion with the serene, even potentially sublime, and cacophony of our too often too modern ways.

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on January 10, 2006

quite a piece of work Phyllis

Reviewed by Kay P Devenish

Reviewed on January 9, 2006

Such an original write and told exactly how it is.You took me there to that world of noise and rush and hussle and stress too(horrible place is it not?)I really and truly loved(in capitals LOVED!!!) the way you wrote this poem it is so fresh exciting and stands out and screams with originality.The contrast too was fabulous,the silence against the noise.I hear you.
Great work!
Best wishes always
from
kay.

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on January 9, 2006

I'm glad I stopped by and read this one, Pea; you're really in touch with nature in all of its magnificence. An excellent, thought provoking message to stop and smell the roses and take a much needed break from the insanity of "modern" living. Thank you, my friend, I'm saving this one!

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

Reviewed by Mark Rockeymoore

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

what i liked about this piece was the connection it showed between you and the natural world. your easy familiarity, wonderful usage of language and imagery mark you as a poetic soul, really and truly. it's a priviledge reading your work, poet.

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Good example of how we tend to tie ourselves up in the techno sound of digital madness that has grown out of cyber space to attack us in our day to day lifes as well as our private escapes...if we let it. Great message here Phylis.
Felix

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

You capture the sounds of nature in this composition. Silence please as I think.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

One of my favourite sounds is a fresh night wind wispering down the canyon !
You can almost hear the sound of creation in its wake.
This is a very expressive and original pen, that makes you value the sound of silence Pea !
Peter

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Okay, Phillis...what set you off?
Tell them to go away. Silence is golden. (smiles)

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Huh????

Come again????

lol!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

POliTIC-ians------>sign laws on noise POllUtion----->meditate in QUIET here----->Goddess's little NC GREEN acREs---->mechaniZED RECreation has seiZed NINE-teNths of the woods and FORests--->wise-use DOGma----->silence the NOIsy mOTORbOATs only alloWEd in cerTaiN wateRs---->canoes paddle along those same routes of the Indians, where one can hear the lapping of water, bird songs, and wind in the trees-----the way of the CanOe was the way of the WilDerNess in simPler dayS--->living in THOse QUieTer YEarS had to pursUe souNds, SceNts, and VisioNs for SurVivAl....drowned OUt by VROoom...putt...
FuLL-ThRottle...ZZZZZZZzzzzz...!!! And you darn suRe Can't HeAr an Ol'BeAr comIng OUt of a SleePy HollOw up 'rounD the neXt beNd...can't SmeLL the beAr...too ManY gAs fuMes StinKinG up tHe aiR!!---->Think I'll LiFt up...learn to travel with the cavalier, bliThe SPirit of a HoT-aiR BallooN pilot...cAreFree aNd gAy----->SsshHHHHHH...beAutifuL wicKeR baSkeT loaDed witH a piCniC baSkeT and ChaMpagNe!!!!QuiEt bubbLeS---->flYing hiGh with the doVeS----peAce, PeA.

Sage

Reviewed by Constance Gotsch

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

We are a noisy species, aren't we? I remember being out in the New Mexico wilderness 40 miles from the nearest airport, and I could still hear a plane take off.

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

What's that you said, I can't hear you?...I wonder that we aren't all deaf, by now;-) Great one Pea!

eileen

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Can't take the racket, but we take it with us. I used to go camping a lot. Never understood people taking all their modern gadgets with them when TV, radio, stoves! Noice was what we wanted to leave behind. STOP! and breath! One the qualities I like about your writing, is that you put the reader right in the middle of it. I feel slightly insane after reading this. I think I'll go hide somewhere quiet. :-)

Carmen

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

A thought provoking write Pea...one to ponder on

Carole...love and peace

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on January 8, 2006

Pea you have created some fantastic thoughts and lines in this one so creative. I enjoyed!